1 O Christ, our King, Creator, Lord,
Savior of all who trust thy Word,
to them who seek thee ever near,
now to our praises bend thine ear.
2 In thy dear cross a grace is found
(it flows from every streaming wound)
whose pow'r our inbred sin controls,
breaks the firm bond, and frees our souls.
3 Thou didst create the stars of night;
yet thou hast veiled in flesh thy light,
hast deigned a mortal form to wear,
a mortal's painful lot to bear.
4 When thou didst hang upon the tree,
the quaking earth acknowledged thee;
when thou didst here yield up thy breath,
the world grew dark as shades of death.
5 Now in the Father's glory high,
great Conqu'ror, nevermore to die,
us by thy mighty pow'r defend,
and reign through ages without end.
|First Line:||O Christ, our King, Creator, Lord|
|Title:||O Christ, Our King, Creator, Lord|
|Author:||Gregory the Great, ca. 540-604|
|Translator:||Ray Palmer (1858)|
|Topic:||Jesus Christ: His Praise; Christ: Creator; Christ: Cross of(3 more...)|
|Composer:||William Henry Gladstone, 1840-1891|